In the Mist

Passing through the mist
Seeking some calming essence
And yet I do not wish to leave
As I find comfort in the fog.
The dampness cools my skin
And the air tickles my senses
Yet I want even more of it.
So I throw my head back and
I scream, rippling the wind
Stirring the mist, scaring
Those who cannot penetrate
The depths of my vapor.